It's snowing heavily.
"Drive, drive..."
Someone is riding a horse through the snowy night, and the horse's neighing breaks the silent snowy night.
The snow has been falling, flying like goose feathers and covering the sky. The war horse and the knight on its back were all breathing white gas from their mouths and noses. The armor on their bodies was as cold as iron, and the knight's face had the marks of the wind and sand outside the wall.
Snow powder sticks to the armor, which is bone-chillingly cold.
Fang Jun galloped on his horse, wiping his face that was stiff due to the cold wind on the horse's back. He squinted his eyes and looked at the majestic city wall in the distance behind the snowy sky. A burning expectation surged in his heart. Hope.
An indescribable sense of belonging!
Once upon a time, he was just a foreign tourist. He traveled through the limitations of time and returned to this simple yet glorious Tang Dynasty, enjoying a wonderful journey, admiring the wonderful scenery, and experiencing the most unique adventures in history!
But after all, he is just a passer-by. Even though his body is like a person living in this era, his soul does not have much sense of belonging...
The journey to the West until this time was like a movie, with scenes flashing in my mind one after another.
Blood splattered all over the floor...
The warriors who were sleeping lightly woke up immediately. In an instant, the sky was filled with fire, thunder roared, and then arrows were like locusts, and the soldiers met at short range, making a cold sound.
Life is the least valuable accessory in this war.
This was an expected war with an equally expected ending.
For the stability and prosperity of the Tang Dynasty and for the prestige of the Tang Dynasty, those young men of the Han family in their prime resolutely embarked on the Western Expedition, using their own blood and lives to compose that magnificent piece of music that shook the world. !
Fang Jun knew that this was the fate of the son of the Han family...
When the Central Plains dynasty was strong and powerful, they had to attack everywhere, driving the nomadic peoples in the grassland and deserts into wolves and swarms at the expense of the Han family's lives; when the Central Plains dynasty was weak and turbulent, the Hu people in the grassland and deserts invaded the border with their horses. , the sons of the Han family had to take up swords and guns to resist bravely...
In such an era, war is an eternal theme, with strength and weakness, conquest and resistance, generation after generation.
No person, country, or even system can avoid this kind of reincarnation and this kind of sorrow!
Fang Jun is not a god. What he can do is to make this country stronger, make the people's lives a little better, let the Han family members die less in the war, and let the nation's energy be condensed stronger. …
Chang'an City seemed to be annihilated in the heavy snow, and the heavy snow fell from the sky, threatening to engulf the people.
Fang Jun led a few soldiers to go ahead, leaving the large army behind.
Through the wind and snow, we came under the city gate.
The rapid sound of hoofbeats reached the city gate from a long distance in this silent snowy night. The soldiers stationed at the Golden Light Gate waited early at the crenellations of the city wall and looked into the distance with full eyesight, hoping to see who was galloping in the snowy night. , could it be that there is an urgent report sent from the border?
At this time of year, is it possible that Tuguhun in the northwest cannot survive the winter, and is it like in previous years when troops invaded the border and plundered? But it’s just winter now...
The soldiers guarding the city were puzzled.
The Western Expedition army has returned to Chang'an long ago, and even the commander Hou Junji, who sent his troops to destroy the country, has been imprisoned to await his punishment. Who has noticed that there is still a Shenji battalion still remaining in the Western Regions?
When several knights emerged from the wind and snow, the defenders lay at the crenellations and shouted: "Who is under the city?"
Fang Jun walked to the bottom of the moat, stood upright, and looked at the towering towers.
Xi Junmai, who was behind him, had already galvanized his horse a few steps forward and shouted towards the city wall: "The minister of the Ministry of Industry, the admiral of the Shenji Camp, and the Hou Fangjun of Xinxiang, under the orders of the emperor, marched westward. Now that we have won, we have returned to the court to pay homage to your majesty. !”
According to the laws of the Tang Dynasty, military generals must report immediately when they go on an expedition and return to court. Only after obtaining the emperor's permission can they enter the imperial city to see the emperor.
Even if the emperor may not receive you immediately...
Moreover, it is now the third watch at midnight. Not only will the city gates not be opened as an exception, no one will knock on the imperial city gate at this time, disturbing His Majesty the Emperor's sleep.
Of course, if the Hu tribe invaded the border area, that would be another matter.
As for the generals who return victoriously, it is not difficult to wait for a night...
The soldiers at the city gate were shocked. Shenjiying's reputation was not bad, but Fang Jun's reputation was astonishing!
At that moment, he did not dare to neglect at all, and hurriedly shouted: "Please let the marquis settle down outside the city for the night. My subordinates will rush outside the imperial city. When the gate of the imperial city opens tomorrow morning, I will deliver this news to your majesty as soon as possible." On top of the imperial case!"
Xi Jun shouted loudly: "Thank you!"
The news of the Shenji Battalion's return to the capital was sent to the capital by scouts, but Fang Jun suddenly changed his mind and did not march slowly with the Shenji Battalion. Instead, he quickly returned to the capital with a few soldiers. For the capital, this was an accident and was not prepared for in advance.
Fang Jun reined in his horse and said, "Let's go home first!"
Xi Junmai was startled and said hurriedly: "Master Hou, no! The imperial court has its own laws. Military generals who go out to fight and return to the court must submit a report to the Ministry of War as soon as possible before they can return home on their own. Isn't this a violation of the law? Criminal law..."
"Hey, can't you tell, you little scout knows a lot?"
Fang Jun rolled his eyes on his horse, said teasingly, "I only have my opinion, so you don't have to worry about it. Besides, it's snowing so heavily that there is neither a tent nor a house. You can sleep here for one night without freezing." Into a popsicle?"
"But……"
Xi Junmai felt that this move was inappropriate. Wasn't this an obvious way to give excuses to those censors? I was still waiting for further persuasion, but I heard Fang Jun say: "Okay, General Xi abides by the law, let him wait here for a reply from the Ministry of War in the morning. We who violate the law and discipline should go home and sleep!"
The other soldiers laughed happily. Xi Junmai's face was red and his hair was black. This Marquis is really unreliable...
In the Western Regions, he was still steady and wise, so why did he seem to transform into a willful and irresponsible playboy when he returned to Chang'an?
This idea just came out, but I suddenly realized that this person is a dandy!
Xi Junmai only followed Fang Jun in the Western Regions and knew nothing about Fang Jun's previous whereabouts. Only then did he realize that his own Marquis was not easy to get along with...
Of course Xi Junmai would not be stupid and "obey the law" in the ice and snow and wait for the summons from the Ministry of War. He quickly chased Fang Jun on his horse, going south around the city wall, then turning east, making a wide circle, and headed straight Lishan Farm.
Just when passing by Chunming Gate, he suddenly saw a fire rising in the distance in the direction of Fangjiawan Pier. Fang Jun was startled. Was there a fire? But he was just surprised. For him, this dock is not very important at the moment. Even if he burns something, there won't be much loss. Compared with this, he still wants to go home stronger!
Therefore, Fang Jun just glanced at the direction of the fire and continued to move forward. When he passed the snow-covered Baqiao, the fire was extinguished. Fang Jun felt relieved and urged his horse to move towards Lishan Mountain. .
The wind and snow all over the sky had obliterated the road up the mountain. Fang Jun had to slow down his horse, but unexpectedly found an obvious rut in the thick snow. The snow was so heavy and the ruts were so obvious that a carriage must have passed through recently.
Fang Jun couldn't help but wonder, who was going to Lishan Farm so late at night and the mountain was covered with snow?
Or, who is coming down the mountain?
But he couldn't care about that much anymore. A hot feeling of separation in his heart made him just want to return to the farm early, get into the hot kang, hug Wu Meimei's plump and soft body, and have a good sleep...
When the soldiers knocked on the door of the farm, the servant who watched the door couldn't help but rub his eyes hard when he saw Fang Jun's dusty face and armor.
What a girl!
Is this hell?
My Lord Marquis actually stood in front of me like this?
Fang Jun jumped off the horse and saw the servant standing dumbly at the door, looking at him in a daze as if he had seen a ghost. He kicked the servant aside and casually gave an order: After he arranged the residence that Xi Jun bought, he strode straight to the inner house.
The doorkeeper wanted to report that Mrs. Wu had just left the village, and that Mrs. Wu's mother-in-law had come to the village. However, seeing Fang Jun already striding away, she thought about it and didn't waste any time.
The Marquis is busy with work, so he must be exhausted. If there is anything he needs to do, it won't be too late to talk about it in the morning.
But he didn't know that he was the laziest for a moment and caused a big problem...
